newborns arrive in all their tender regalia into a decaying creation. newborn creations long for nourishment—seeking to be filled to the brim. they thirst for spiritual milk to feed their salvation. to drink pure spiritual milk is to move deeper into a knowledge the of divine. but infants seek more—beyond.

corruption comes with desires beyond what the divine offers. face-to-face slanderous hypocrisy cannot stifle sunken roots from grabbing deeper. into the abyss is tossed their ingrained deceitful envy and malice. the destroyer of mature contentment is a belly full of unripe apples tart and bitter to taste.

every reflection longs to be undivided and healed from corruption — they groan waiting for the revealing to be whole again. the one who creates the reflection longs for union with his image bearers — his passionate weeping reveals a heart of life restoring salvation.

if indeed you have tasted what is good, then you have experienced pure, satisfying milk. the Lord is the Root which spigots plunge into for a steady flow of nourishment. taste and see how sweet pure spiritual milk fulfills the depths of your despair. thirst will be quenched with the cool taste of salvation.

so put away that which feeds your starvation and gives false satisfaction. long for pure satisfying nourishment so you may grow to completion. salvation is a promise to all creation waiting—waiting for the long revealing. the time is now for those who have tasted that the Lord is good.

This poem is a reflection on 1 Peter 2:1–3

“So put away all malice and all deceit and hypocrisy and envy and all slander. Like newborn infants, long for the pure spiritual milk, that by it you may grow up into salvation — if indeed you have tasted that the Lord is good.”